Monday, November 5, 2007

Tip Your Delivery Man

By sippy

Hey all, this is my first completed story. I'd love feedback, especially if there are any women who read it. Also, as a note, the story contains drug usage and sex. None of the characters are underage and the work is completely fiction. It's kinda long winded and the busting doesn't happen until the end, if that's all that you're looking to read. I hope you like it.

Delivering pizzas sucks. The shit I go through is hardly worth the 11 cents that I get as a tip from some of you bastards. However, sometimes you just get lucky and have a great night. Last night I made 17 dollars an hour, including tips. Sweet. Tonight was a little different. I was sure I was gonna get laid tonight…

The night had been kinda slow and it was approaching 1 a.m., closing time. I’d made a decent amount of bank, but not much more than average. My last delivery was at 1138 Knox Street. We drivers (as we’re called) liked to refer to that street as Fort Knox because all the houses on it are mansions, yet nobody ever tipped more than three dollars - even on big orders. That money was wrapped up tight.

I pulled my mid-80s T-bird into the long, winding driveway. It was uphill and through a wooded area. After about 1/10th of a mile, the house came into view. The lights were all on, the blinds were closed, and hip-hop music pounded out into the night. I parked my car, grabbed my bag, and headed for the door. I rang the doorbell and waited. (Dammit, answer the door even if you don’t have the money on you. I’d rather you let me know you were looking for the cash rather than leave me standing in the cold wondering if your shitty doorbell works.) The tag on the pizza box said “Ashley - $16.05.” (I’ve always liked that name, Ashley - kind of bitchy, snooty, yet really sexy. I hate guys named it; they ruin the name for me.) I remember thinking that Ashley better answer her door soon; it’s damn cold out and all I wanted to do was to deliver this pizza and go home.

The door finally opened. There stood my perfect woman. She isn’t everyone’s perfect girl, mind you, but she was mine: about 5’3”, light brown hair with blonde highlights done in duel French braids down to about her shoulders, a toned, athletic body, brown almond shaped eyes, a sexy neck, and the world’s cutest nose. She kind of looked like “Sweet Kandie”, this online model I like. Her body wasn’t super-model thin; rather it was more like that of a soccer player. She was toned and curvy with a slight hint of chub, but definitely no cellulite. Her breasts weren’t huge, probably a large B or small C cup, but they were damn perky. I could see her cleavage as she was wearing a tight pink cotton tank top. Nice. Her tits were great, but her best feature was definitely her ass. There was a hallway mirror behind her that reflected it nicely. She was wearing Mudd jeans. Shit, those are hot. They made her ass look like it was resting on a shelf or something…but it wasn’t! It was just hovering there, in the air, for me to stare at. She looked to be about 20, though she was holding a beer. I snapped back to reality and quickly tried my “get-a-big-tip” line which basically consisted of kissing the customer’s ass and hoping that the person matches the name on the box.

“A… (her eyes flickered and I knew it was a match)…shley. Here are your pizzas. It’ll be $16.05,” I charmed out as best I could. My mind was racing to find something to say that wouldn’t make me sound creepy. “Oh, is this ‘Jedi Mind Trick’? It’s a sick beat,” I said, referring to the music. (Yeah, that’ll work. Chicks love it when guys know about indie music.)

“I love it. Great to dance to.” She flashed a smile and began digging through her purse. My eyes wandered over her body and I noticed her shoes. She had incredibly small, cute feet. Tennis shoes. I love em.

“Oh, no!” she exclaimed. “Danielle, Julia, do you guys have five dollars?” she called out and a melodious “no” quickly chimed back. She looked up at me with those gorgeous eyes. Fuck it, it was closing time anyway and I just wanted to go to sleep. She’d never want a pizza guy anyway.

“Well, you seem like a nice girl, and I’d hate for your party to end badly because of me. I’ll just tell my boss I was late getting here and I had to give you a discount to make up for it.”

“Awww, you’d do that for me?” she asked.

I replied, “Sure, no problem. This is my last delivery of the night anyway.”

“Really? So you’re done now?”

“Not quite. I’ve got to go back and cash out. I’ll be done in half an hour.”

“You should come back over and hang out with us. The three of us are kinda bored.”

“I’ll definitely come back. Well, as long as your friends are cool with it.” (I didn’t want to seem too eager. Plus, I was being a nice guy and giving her that “out “should she suddenly have changed her mind.)

“Danielle and Julia? They’re a smash, they’ll love you...” She looked down and finished her sentence. “…you’re such a cutie.” I totally blushed but hoped she didn’t notice. I am kinda cute, but that’s about it. I’m rather short, only 5’8” and I’d describe my build as solid. I’ve got broad shoulders and great upper body strength. I played soccer for most of my life, but had to stop when I hurt myself in college. I’m 22 now and I try to keep in shape, but it’s a lot harder when you aren’t in organized sports. I get a lot of my tension out by kiteboarding (Google it) nowadays, but I’m still not that good. It’s an incredible rush (kiteboarding, that is - almost unmatched ;-). I totally digress; anyway, I’m about 175-180 lbs. Like I said, solid. I’ve got a bit of a beer belly, making my waist a 34. I’ve got good abs underneath, but it’s hard to keep the fat off when you work at a pizza place. I’ve had hot girlfriends, but I’ve also done my share of the not-so-goods. Cum what may, I guess. Also, not that you really care, but I’m a very smart individual. I just graduated from a small New England college and I’m ready to get a real job. Feel free to offer me one.)

“I couldn’t say no to you even if I wanted to.” As I finished my cornball line, I caught the distinct odor of pot in the air. Yay! She’s hot, and she’s experimental. She smelled it too and tried to hide her embarrassment. As smooth as possible I indirectly addressed the issue, “Hey, want me to bring anything over to kick off the party later?”

Her face lit up. “We’re all set here, thanks. It might be snowing when you get back, though.” Snow is slang for coke in this city. Damn, this could be a fun night.

“I’ll be back in a bit,” I managed. I was already imagining how great this night was going to be. (I was right, kinda).

“Oh, don’t take off your uniform, by the way,” she giggled at me. “It’s sexy.” Khaki cargo pants and a blue polo sexy? Girls are crazy. I said goodbye and raced to my car, excited about coming back…

I race through my checkout and head out of the store. I hate pizza places. I quickly check my reflection in the glass door. Damn, my hat is still on. Phew, the hat hair looks stylish, not geeky. I’m not a super sexy person, nor even an ultra confident person for that matter. I’m pretty much an above average guy with some good luck and a great touch. My hair is really fine and I don’t use much gel, if any. Girls love to run their fingers through it. I’ve got a tattoo on my back. Very original and very sexy, if I do say so myself. I’ve got good skin and soft hands (hey, I went to college- no rough hands for me) that I know how to use. I “accidentally” read Cosmo and listened to late-night sex radio when I was in middle school and must have picked up a few things. I can tell right away whether a girl favors her clit or her g-spot and I’ve gotten more than one girl off by spending 90% of my attention on areas other than her pussy. I spent some time in my childhood learning some tongue tricks, not knowing how valuable they’d end up being. Like many people, I can touch my tongue to my nose. But, I’ve also found that I can stick my tongue out and rotate it 360 degrees in either direction. The secret is to flip it over in one direction (180 degrees) to start out, pause, flip it back to normal, and then flip it the other way the last 180 degrees. The effect is a smooth 360 degree spin that will make almost any girl lose it. I love going down on girls, they get off hardcore. Shit, I’ve been thinking about me for a long time now without paying attention- I just pulled up her driveway. I get out of the car and go to the door. Knock, or just go right in? I knock; don’t want to walk in on her grandmother just home from the hospital or something.

Ashley answers the door, her two friends standing behind her. “Hey, baby. Bring us any pizza?” they chuckle.

“Yeah, I got a large sausage right here.” (Too much? They laugh. It’s all good.)

“Come on in” says Ashley. “This is Danielle and this is Julia.”

Danielle and Julia are exact matches for Karen and Amy (if you found Kandie, you should be able to find those two), though I can’t tell which one is which. I don’t bother asking. Oh fuck! All three are wearing navy blue cotton boy shorts. Think Hooters, but not orange. Each girl is wearing a different colored, tight fitting t-shirt that appears to be see-through. All of the girls’ midriffs are showing. Flat and sexy with some good curves. They all have their belly buttons pierced. Ashley’s is barbell is pink, as is her top. Danielle’s color is light blue, and Julia’s is white. I hope I can remember that. My ogling is interrupted.

“Hey, you never told us your name, deliver guy,” complains Danielle. “You gotta tell us your full name. In case we need to call the cops, ya know.” She winks.

“Tobin Michael Williams,” I answer. Crap, I totally should have made something up.

“Tobin (Toe-bin)?” they giggle. “Aww, TOBY!! Like a wittle puppy dog. Are you gonna be our little puppy-wuppy tonight?” teases Ash. Yeah, I called her Ash. You shut up and like it.

I’m probably just perverted, but there’s something sexy about baby talk. I started to (started to?!?!) get turned on. “Maybe...”

“HEY! Let’s do some B.R.s and get hiiiiiigh!” Julia suddenly squeaks. That was the first thing she’d said all night. I love this girl.

We make our way into the other room. The music is still playing, much louder than I had first thought. The sound is muffled well in this house. Julia pulls out a decently sized glass pipe. It’s very colorful, but it has a very phallic shape. The bowl for the burning pot attaches to a six inch glass tube that ends in a widened, rounded tip. Man, I don’t really want to smoke out of a cock, I think to myself.

“Does that thing come with batteries?” I joke.

“Don’t need ‘em,” replies Julia with a smile and a nod. We pass the pipe, taking hits. If you’re anti-pot, you’ve been brainwashed by the government. It’s not that bad. Well, it’s bad, but only about as bad as alcohol or caffeine. You just get relaxed, happy, dumb, hungry, and horny. Not in that order. Like all drugs (including alcohol) though, it could fuck up your life, so don’t use it if you aren’t responsible. Especially don’t use it if you’re under 18 or pregnant. Seriously. Hehehehehe. Anyway, we’re all getting high and having a good time, talking about where we’re all from and what we like to do. Not that interesting of a chat, really. Ashley smiles to herself.

“What?” I ask.

“I was just wondering how you liked smoking the dick?” she taunts.

“Well, you can smoke mine and we can compare experiences,” I dare. The girls shoot each other glances and look to be actually considering the idea. Heaven!

“Mmm, maybe,” thinks Ashley out loud. “But you know what would be really fun? Some yipper!!!”

Seatbacks and tray tables in there full and upright position. Wooooo. A small baggie seems to materialize out of nowhere and within moments were all rushing on Bolivian marching powder. Its good stuff, my face is numb. Ashley leans over to me and kisses me suddenly and forcefully. I can feel her pierced tongue in my mouth.

“We want to see your cock,” she whispers. I’m too in the zone to refuse and before I realize it, my pants are off and I’m sitting on the couch in my boxers. The coke has killed any erection I might have had for the moment and I begin to worry they might not understand.

“I love how a guy’s dick shrinks when he does this stuff,” comments Danielle.

Ashley and Julia nod in agreement. “It isn’t scary looking at all then.” I’m a little bothered that they think manhood is scary looking. But whatever, there’s no time to protest as my boxers are ripped off. They were right, I have shrunk a little. Hey, some guys are showers and some guys are growers.

“Ooo, look!” squeals Ashley. “He isn’t cut! It looks better the other way, but this way is so much more fun!!” Three separate hands strike out and grab my cock, playing with me.

My foreskin is pulled back and Julie puts some of the white powder on it. “You’ll love this,” she smirks.

I start to get wood, though it tingles a little. I check out Ashley’s crotch. I can tell she’s getting turned on too. I bet they all are. I reach for Danielle’s thigh and gently caress it.

“What would you do to have sex with all three of us right now, Toby?” Danielle suddenly asks.

“Anything you want,” I answer, knowing that my skills are well practiced.

“Even let us kick you in your balls?”

“What! Why would you want to do that? Let’s just keep doing this instead.” I think back to getting hit in the nuts with a soccer ball. It didn’t hurt a whole lot, but it certainly wasn’t a fun experience.

“C’mon, baby.” They each lift up their shirts, exposing their perky breasts and stiff nipples. How can I say no to that? I hesitate, I’d rather just get a blowjob, ya know? Ashley sees me not buying it and pounces. Her little hand wraps around my sac and I feel a sharp pain. I try to pry her loose, but her crushing grip is too tight. I quickly submit.

“We share with you and this is how you fucking repay us? We only wanted a little kick, but now you’re really gonna get it. You didn’t seriously think we invited you over just to hang out? Fucking idiot pizza guy.” Ashley smashes her fist into my balls and I jump and let out a small grunt. It wasn’t a perfect hit, but I can feel the pain building. Shit, what did I get into?

Danielle and Julia each grab an ankle and I’m quickly lying on my back on the floor, with my legs spread in the air. Ashley stands at my crotch, her foot hovering above it, still wearing the tennis shoes.

“Beg me not to stomp on your balls,” she commands. Again, I hesitate. Dumb me; she wouldn’t really do that to me, right? Wrong. Her foot stomps down, battering my balls into my pelvis. She raises it again and stomps on my still stiff dick, trapping it against my body. It hurts badly and I yelp in pain.

“Please, stop,” I beg.

“Ask me ‘please don’t hurt my weak little balls again’,” she orders. This time I don’t hesitate. It sounds pathetic, but I don’t care as long as she stops.

“Ok, I’ll stop,” she says. She moves and grabs my ankle away from Danielle.

Danielle moves towards my head and whispers to me. I can barely hear what she’s saying, as my balls are in great pain. “I want you to scream,” she whispers. With that she spins, facing my groin, and squats over my face. I can feel the wetness of her cunt through her shorts. She adjusts herself, putting pressure on my face. I can feel her soaked lips on mine. She grabs my dick head and pulls, stretching it towards her as far as she can. I can’t see what’s happening, I can only feel. Suddenly, she balls her fist and slams it down into my unprotected sack. I scream, but her vagina on my face absorbs everything. She shudders in ecstasy as I convulse in pain. She pounds my nuts again and I feel panic as I can’t get a breath. The more I struggle, the harder she squeezes my dick. She punches again. Danielle is erupting in orgasm and my face is soon soaked by her pussy juice. She finishes coming and rises off me.

Julia reaches down and gently grabs my balls. “I’m gonna hurt you so bad. Stupid boy and your stupid balls. Look at how weak they’ve made you.” Julia puts her other hand down her pants as she rolls my balls around. She grins. “Poor widdle ballsies. Poor widdle puppy doggie. Should pwetty Julie make them feel bedder?” With that, she squeezes my left nut between her thumb and finger. It hurts so much that I worry about her popping it. I’m sobbing and begging her to stop. She only teases me further, flicking my nuts with her fingers. She suddenly lets go and stands up near my still fully exposed crotch.

“Punch yourself!” she barks. I fail to react and she kicks my dick, sending it bouncing wildly. “Punch yourself or I’m gonna circumcise you with my teeth.” Full of fear, I ball up my fist and swing blindly at my balls. I can feel exactly where they are, they still really fucking hurt. My fist connects and I grunt in pain.

“Again!” she yells. I connect again, unsure whether I’m more hurt or embarrassed. All of the girls let go and I’m free to roll around on the ground, clutching myself. They laugh wildly, mocking me and grabbing their own groins, pretending to have balls. I sob quietly into the carpet.

“I love hitting your balls… but I think I want to start fresh. You’re gonna luck out, at least for a little while,” coos Ashley. She moves down and roughly grabs my balls. I close my eyes, expecting the worse. Surprisingly, she doesn’t squeeze me or kick me. Instead, I feel her warm mouth encircle my dick. She deftly works me towards climax. As I begin to cum, she pulls away from my dick and punches viciously at my balls. I orgasm wildly, spraying cum everywhere. I finish my pleasure/pain squirming and look up at her.

“You’re gonna pay for making that mess…”

Friday, November 2, 2007

BB in Iran

By sikako

Hi guys,

Sag said a while back he would write about bb in Iran, but while we’re waiting I’ve got a fantasy story that I thought up that I thought you might enjoy. Read on!

Habib was hot. It was the height of summer, and the sun was beating down with full intensity. Here in the hills of northeastern Iran, the sun seemed to reflect off the dark rocks, making them hot enough one could fry eggs.

Habib was a wanderer, traveling place to place finding his fortune, and he wasn’t one for hardships. A place to lie in the shade picking grapes was all he wanted. But fate had sent him up into these mountains, on a job that would take him over the border into Afghanistan to pick up a load, which he then had to bring back safely. Just thinking of the hard work made him cringe. He couldn’t wait to dip his body in the lake he had heard lay on the other side of the ridgeline, just sitting back and forgetting all his woes.

Jamilla had just turned 18. She lived in a town close by, and had come down to the lake to wash some clothes. But the day was so hot, and the water so cool... and not a soul in miles around, or so she thought. In any event, she was well shaded by the trees and bushes.

Ah, the lake! Habib couldn’t wait to get in. Taking off his pack, he was just about to immerse himself when he heard a rustle from behind the bushes. Pulling out his knife, he moved in to investigate the sound.

He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. A young girl was standing there, the contours of her large breasts and female buttocks clearly visible through her thin summer dress. As she removed her silk sari, delicately placing it on a rock, he saw her face. It was beautiful.

Habib was accountable to nobody, and was not a man of high morals. What his anger, his stomach, or his dick told him to do, he obediently did. As the woman slipped off her summer dress, revealing her exquisite firm feminine form, there was no question what his dick was saying. And as her body sunk into the cool water, it became an order.

Habib didn’t like to overexert himself, so he placed his knife back in its sheaf, and took all his clothes off. Pick her off as she comes out, and run off. He wrapped a cloth around his face so she would not recognize him, not because it mattered, but because the local warlords could be pretty fierce and one never knows who might no someone who knows someone who knows someone.

Jamilla`s long hair swished around like seaweed in the lake, before she pulled it back, ringing it out. It felt so good, the cool water on the hot day. Habib looked lustfully at the water drip off her lower hair as she got up. Her girl cheeks were so firm. Their treasure so inviting.

Jamilla came out of the pool, and Habib was wound up like a cat. At just the right moment... Jamilla turned away to pick her clothes up.

SLAM!

A big, hairy hand came over her mouth, and another around her waist. Before she realized what was happening, she was rammed face first into a tree trunk. As she felt something long and hard against her backside, her mind went red.

NO! THIS CAN`T BE HAPPENING! Nobody will ever marry me!

Pulling and pushing with all her might, Jamilla tried to wrestle her way out of Habib`s grasp, but he was too strong.

"Ah, my little mountain girl," said Habib scornfully, not pleased that he had to put any more effort into this than he had to, although he could still control her easily. "Don’t resist and this won’t hurt any more that it has to. Ha, ha, ha." He began fondling her huge soft naked breasts. Bending her over, Habib tried to push it in, and Jamilla was not strong enough to resist. But this couldn’t be happening to her! She had to do something... something...

Spreading her legs, she slid his penis right in between her thighs, and clamped shut. Waves if pain resonated through Habib, as she violently twisted her hips, yanking his manhood back and forth. He started screaming, "Stop, stop, please, in the name of Allah!"

Surprised, Jamilla suddenly realized she had him, and clamped her legs shut on his erect penis even more tightly. "Go away or I’ll break it."

"Okay, okay, anything. I am just a poor herdsman, and..." Habib made up the biggest cock and bull tale anyone had ever heard, and Jamilla, being a gullible sort of a girl, believed him. His manipulative character had gotten him out of trouble more than once. And like the true rattlesnake he was, the second she let his dick out of its vice, despite having sworn by Allah and by his father’s life and by his family’s life and by the honor of himself and his family to leave this place and not to touch her, he struck. Darting into the trees just long enough to get his dagger, he lunged back at her, throwing her to the ground. To her disbelief, he was on top of her, as she was lying face up on the sand.

"But, but..." she said, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Ha, ha, ha... let Allah care for himself. And I don’t give a shit about my family- bunch of losers. I would slit their throats for the right price."

"Your mother?" asked Jamilla in disbelief. "Who gave you life? You would slit her throat. No. That’s not right. THAT`S NOT RIGHT!" And she grabbed his knife hand at the wrist.

"Big mistake," thundered Habib, as he pressed his knife in for the kill. She was struggling hard though. But she had no chance against his strength.

Unless... Jamilla, struggling with her hands with all her might, clamped her legs around Habib`s upper thighs, and squeezed as hard as she could, trying to bring pressure to bear on the part of his body she knew couldn’t stand it. And then she began powerfully jerking and yanking her hips from side to side.

Habib was getting more and more uncomfortable, his already aching penis being powerfully yanked from side to side, with annoying intermitted pressure below it.

"I’m going to kick your ass!" screamed Jamilla, attacking below with all her might, while pushing his arms to role him off her. Before he knew it, she had reversed the positions, and was sitting on top of him. But he still had the knife. Twisting it, he tried to cut her hand.

But Jamilla knew from the village girls what to do when sitting on top of an aggressive male. She knew that on the ground, a woman, with her wide hips and powerful legs could hold the advantage. And she knew just how. Pulling her knee back, she rammed it home with all her strength.

Habib`s face looked as if he had eaten a bumblebee.

"Shit... bitch..." he blurted out.

"Drop the knife!" screamed Jamilla down at him. "Drop the knife or I’ll kick them again, and this time I’ll break them! Drop the knife!"

Habib was not one to make a stand for honor, and right now he was scared as hell and in pain, and he dropped the knife. His hands wanted to cradle his aching gonads, but she held them firmly in place. Picking up the knife, she held it to his throat.

"Now you pay," she said, and lifting her other hand away, she began punching his face. He couldn’t respond because of the knife to his throat. "And let that be a lesson!"

Ball Kicking Wife

By SandMan

My beautiful wife, Jennifer, is a true, admitted ball buster who receives a sexual rush whenever she drops a man. Her biggest passion is kicking men in the balls, but punches and knees are fine entertainment for her as well.

I met Jennifer at school when we were both teenagers. She had learned at an early age how vulnerable men's groins were and with only slight provocation, even just a minor disagreement, would kick a boy in the crotch. I saw her numerous times reduce a poor classmate to a crying, retching, lump of flesh, rolling on the ground holding his balls. She always smiled or laughed at the guy then would walk away. There was no sympathy; you could tell she enjoyed it. Funny thing - seeing her do it turned me on, too.

Needless to say, the guys knew of her reputation and treated her with kid gloves. No guy wanted to mess with her. She then was surprised when I asked her out to a school dance but she accepted.

The dance went well and afterwards, I stopped my car at a secluded park known as a make out spot. She asked me if I was trying to go ‘parking’ with her. I replied that I just wanted to talk and that I would behave. As I said that, I looked first at her then at my crotch and then said that I knew she was all too good at taking care of herself. She liked that.

She began telling me of her latest incident - how this big guy Dave had pissed her off and so she kicked him so hard he ended up in the nurse's office. She got more animated as she described in detail the feeling of her shoe ramming into his balls and watching his face as he sunk to the ground holding his nuts. I asked her more questions about how much she seemed to enjoy it. We both were getting very turned on - she with female superiority and me with male submission. She loved saying the phrase "Kicked him in the balls," and I loved hearing it. Finally, I blurted out that the whole subject of her kicking men in the balls really turned me on.

She sounded almost orgasmic when she said, "God, I'd love to kick someone now."

I couldn't believe I responded with, "Please, Jennifer, I'd like you to kick me in the balls, please!" It didn't take her anytime to agree. We both got out of the car. She had me stand leaning against the car with my legs spread. She was breathing heavy when she stepped up and gave me one solid kick between my legs. I dropped immediately and held onto my balls. I did not cry but groaned loudly. She stood over me, silently. I looked up and saw she had her hand inside her shorts and was playing with herself. I got to my knees and stared at her.

"Let me do that again and I'll let you eat me," she whispered and all I could do was nod. I stayed on my knees and she kicked my balls again - harder than the first time. I crumpled to the ground - the pain was incredible. She gave me little time to recover before she sat on the hood of the car and directed me to make her cum.

As I licked and sucked, she asked a barrage of questions - "Does it really hurt? How bad? Is it the worst pain you've ever felt?" I answered the best I could with my mouth full and also pulled my cock out and began jerking off. After Jennifer came, she seemed fascinated with my activity.

I invited her to assist but she wanted to watch and ask questions. "Did getting kicked turn you on? Could you take it harder? Where are you going to cum? Let me see it when you do." She had me shoot into my other hand. I tried to explain about girls sucking guys' cocks and swallowing their load. To demonstrate to her that it was okay she got me to eat my own cum as she watched fascinated.

Imagine my embarrassment the next Monday when Jennifer's best friend came up to me and said, "I hear you had a good date with Jennifer on Friday. Kicked in the balls twice and ate your own cum. Ha, ha, ha!" It was, for me, the first of many such humiliations at Jennifer's hand.

We began a long relationship and are now married. Jennifer runs the show to say the least. I am constantly on my toes trying to keep her pleased. She is as quick as ever to get her way with a hard, quick kick to the balls. She has dropped me in public, in front of her friends and mine, even playing games with my nuts such as kicking my balls while we're in an elevator just before the doors open. Of course, like the first night, offering my balls for her kicks is a regular prelude to her orgasms.

Sophia’s Ball Boy

By Sam P

My ex girlfriend, Sophia was really into feet. I went to see her one night after work. She asked me if I wanted a drink.

I said, “Sure, juice would be fine.”

What I did not know is she added some date rape drug to my juice. When I awoke I was naked, tied and bound. She was standing over me in a victory stance, one foot on my throat.

She laughed at me and said, “Hey Sam, let’s try some pain with your pleasure,” and she walked around to my legs, raised her foot and stepped hard and forcefully on my balls.

I felt a blinding burning pain and I was nauseous. Sophia just laughed and said, “It gets worse before it gets better.” She took an insole from out of her cross trainer and made me deep throat it and asked if it tasted good. Then she walked back to my legs and stomped me as hard as she could.

I blacked out. From the video tape she shot she stomped four more times, ground her heel and stopped when she finally got bored with my helplessness. Sophia ended her victorious session with me by stomping my groin again and jumping on my face. I can honestly say after she was done that I should have never spurned her and that Candies-type heels, and Doc Martins, when used can inflict a lot of damage.

I was in my house in bed for a week from her onslaught.

Thursday, November 1, 2007

What Happened in that House

by sag

In a big house out of town a beautiful 35-year-old woman named Linda was sitting and watching TV. She wasn’t feeling good that night. She felt cold. She went upstairs and grabbed a skintight and pantyhose. Then she sat down to watch a film, an action film. She saw how the actress in the film defended herself by kicking and punching her opponent balls. She suddenly felt she liked the idea of hitting a man in the balls.

Suddenly she heard a break in. That was the window of the back door. She ran upstairs to hide in her room and called the cops. But it was too late; a young man about 19 years old with a muscular body grabbed her from behind. He held her mouth so she couldn’t scream. Then he dragged her in her room, put her on the bed and tried to reach her tights, but she grabbed his hands and delivered a high knee into his balls. It sounded bad. He screamed in pain. He never expected that to happen. Soon the pain was all over his body, especially his balls that he was holding in his hands.

Linda, who now was up, hurried to the phone, found out it wasn’t working, tried to reach outside. After ten minutes the ball busted young man whose balls were still sore went to find her. He was feeling too angry that a woman bitted him up by hitting his manhood and hurting him by his sex.

Finally Linda was out of the house but it was a long way to the town and it was cold out there. She decided to get back in the house and fight back. The intruder was searching the house not for the money but to get revenge by raping her. His cock was aroused badly. Finally he reached the basement; he took a good look around and looked into a mirror. He saw her behind of him, but it was too late.

She kicked him hard in the balls from behind; her foot with her pantyhose hit his aroused cock and balls. He jumped in the air in pain and clutched his aching balls with his hands; his knees were shaking and were getting close to each other. She then forced his hands to release holding his balls and then she kneed him hard in the balls again and again. His was screaming loudly. She stopped and hit under his balls with an open palm. He held his breath in pain and then he shouted again loudly because she was squeezing his balls hard. She kept squeezing for 12 minutes. Then she released him to fall to the ground. She held his legs up and open and then she stomped hard on his balls with her sexy foot in pantyhose.

After three hard ones she sensed his dick is getting bigger, she got so angry she said, “You bastard - having an erection! I will show you who will have erection after this.” Then she kept his legs in the same position and landed on his cock and balls with her knee with all her weight. He held his breath again but he blacked out for a moment.

She grabbed his cock and twisted he came back because of pain and started to beg her. “Please lady stop! You win! I will surrender!” he said, his eyes full of tears.

She looked at his face; he was just a boy crying in pain. “Do you accept that women are superior to men and men are just pigs who don’t know their limits?” she said while twisting his erected dick.

“Yes, yes… lady, please don’t call the cops,” he said in a crying voice.

She said, “Of course not, you will stay with me here for a couple of days we will see how your behavior going to change.”

“Please don’t destroy my balls I will do anything.”

Suddenly she felt she like helping him “Don’t worry. But I need to do one more thing.”

“No, no not the balls, I beg you, it hurts terribly.”

She raised her hand and punched softly in the balls again. He jumped and blacked out.

After five minutes he found himself on her bed with his pants down. In front of him she sat, putting ice on his balls. “I want complete recovery of your balls before I kick them again.”

Overtime at the Office (part 2)

By sag

It was Friday noon. John finally showed up at work. He was limping and once in a while he had to stop and catch his breath. He noticed there are a few men around. Mostly he would see women going back and fort. Some of them say hi and some of them giggle when they saw him. ‘Could Rosa make this public?’ he thought to himself. He went to his cubical, Sat down slowly. A secretary girl was passing.

“Hey John. Rosa wants you in her office.”

“Who me? I didn’t do anything. I swear.”

“Okay, it is not the first time you screwed up the weekly reports.”

He wiped the cold sweat of his forehead. He acted prematurely. He got off his chair with the same slow motion again and went to her office. He knocked and entered while his legs were shivering.

“Come in Johnny.”

“H… Hi.”

“Oh, don’t worry, I haven’t told anyone except Linda… and Nadia, pearl, Maria, and…”

She went on and on for a while naming almost all women in the office. John didn’t know what to say.

“Oh please I can’t go to jail. It... It was an accident. I will do whatever you want. Name it. Anything…”

“Anything? Well, I might be able to arrange something. Of course you have to do something for all the girls that I told them about you last night. For now, I want you to get on your knees and start kissing my foot.”

He held her cute sexy feet in his hands and started to kiss them. Her pantyhose were very soft and silky. He started to grow in his pants.

“It appears you liked my foot in pantyhose last night. They liked you too. Well, mostly they liked your nuggets. Man, they are soft and vulnerable. When I grabbed your groin last night I got your dick and balls at the same time. You were growing big last night. I guess you are not capable of that today or maybe never. Let’s see.”

She pushed him with her foot on his back and sat down on him. Her soft and warm ass in pantyhose and stirrup leggings were setting him on fire. She reached down his pants and opened his belt and Took down his shorts. His nuts were red and swollen. But to her surprise his dick was straight as an arrow. Rosa felt all her kicks and grabs were almost for nothing.

“You dirty dog. You still get an erection? You were supposed to be harmless according to the book. Well, I think I have to be satisfied with hurting those red nuts of yours.”

Suddenly the door opened. It was Linda. She was wearing the shortest miniskirt John had ever seen and her legs were shining in her tan pantyhose. The skirts were so loose and soft and so short that john could see Linda’s g-string dividing her big ass to two. She said hi and hugged and kissed Rosa. For a second their legs went between each other’s. Something was going on there. John’s dick was hitting the roof almost. Linda approached john that was on his knees with his dick straight up and his swollen nuts. She put her sexy feet in pantyhose under his nuts and lifted them. John moaned in pain and pleasure. She played with his dick too and she started to laugh nervously.

Rosa, have you thought of something that he can do to make it up to all the women he insulted last night?”

“Yes, but I can’t tell in from of him.” They whispered in each other’s ears and giggled.

“Okay Johnny. It has been decided. You are going to make a formal apology today in front of all the women of the office in the gym. We saved you some of the embarrassment by giving all other men, a day off today.”

“I will do whatever you want. Please. Not that.”

“Sorry Johnny. My mind is made up. At 2:00 PM be ready at the gym or we will come after you with police. Women police that is. We have people in the force that keep you in the jail and have fun with your balls as long as they want.”

“Ok, ok I will do it. No more ball busting please. I can’t take it anymore.”

“Oh, little baby’s balls hurt. Oh, well. Maybe one more.”

Linda and Rosa grabbed his hands and lifted him up. Then they spread his legs apart and kicked him in the balls one at a time. He was jumping up and down like a rabbit. Those soft silky feet in pantyhose weren’t so soft now. Several kicks got his dick and he was ready to shoot. Linda noticed that and stopped. Sharply, she grabbed his balls and squeezed. And with the other hand she grabbed the tip of his dick, digging her nails in. He screamed in pain like a girl and his voice went high.

“Wait. Just kill his erection. Remember, we need him up and about for this afternoon,” said Rosa.

“Yeah you are right. Well you got lucky. I was going to pop your balls. Ha, ha, ha.”

Linda grabbed john’s head and gave him a big kiss of death then she left the room to go and arrange for john’s apology ceremony. Rosa pulled up his pants for him and helped him to the room back of her office. She put him on the bed and went to get some ice, she then pull off his pants again and put the pack on them. John let out a relief sigh out and relaxed. Rosa kind of liked the idea of holding something between a man’s legs, so she got a bit closer. A smile was on her lips and john noticed that. Their heads got closer and they started kissing. John’s hands were busy all over Rosa’s body. He had one hand on her thigh, feeling the smooth silky stirrup leggings she was wearing and the other hand was holding her chin. After a while his hands moved on her big ass and her huge boobs. That was when Rosa went mad a bit and showed that to him by pressing the ice pack hard on his balls. He squealed in pain and doubled over.

“Well, well. You just lost your place little boy. But that’s ok. A man crawling into a ball is turning me on.”

She pushed him back and took the ice pack off his balls. Then, she sat on the bed in front of him and put her feet in pantyhose on his dick and started to rub. He was jumping up and down. Her feet were hitting his balls a bit. His dick started to get bigger. She could feel the harm cum building up. At the right time, she let go of his dick and moved away. John with a humiliating effort followed her to have her finish the job. He grabbed her from the back and rubbed his cock against her ass in soft silky leggings. She suddenly kicked back and her heel caught him in the balls. He went down crying.

She turned back and said, “You think it is the first time I did that? I never let you cum.” John, holding his nuts in pain, looked at her with anger. She came close to give him more beating. Suddenly, john grabbed his own cock and jacked off. He pointed his dick toward Rosa. She screamed. But it was too late. She had to change her leggings. It was stained with his cum almost anywhere of her leggings. She rushed toward him to kill. Suddenly the door opened. Two hot girls came in with Linda.

“Its time,” said Linda. They grabbed John by his arms and Linda grabbed him by the balls from behind.

“You try something stupid; you know first thing you will feel is pain. So behave like a little good boy and do what mommy says.”

John’s dick was growing again. He tried to hide it from Rosa this time. She had to go to her rest room and change. They arrived at the conference room. Girls pushed him in. there was at least twenty hot girls in there. All were wearing 70’s style minis with pantyhose and high heels.

“Hi ladies. As you know this is john. Your department manager. He is here to make a formal apology to all the women in this office for the way he acted.”

John was pushed to the front. He put himself together. One look at those shoes and he knew what would happen if he doesn’t comply. So he started with a shivering voice and apologized. Then Linda pushed him away and said, “Well ladies, he is at your mercy. Do you accept his apology?”

They all screamed no… and laughed.

Linda said, “Well, you know what his punishment is.” The two girls again clamped him and pulled his legs apart with theirs. Each woman came to the front in a line. Each said what they hate about him and kicked him in the balls.

“Remember you reported me because I forgot to stable the report? It is pay back time.”

Bammmm!!!!!!!!!!

“Remember you wore cologne that I was allergic to? Here is what I did in my mind back then.”

Bammmm!!!!!!!!!!

“Remember you got me flowers for my birthday at the office. Well, I hate flowers.”

Bammmm!!!!!!!!!!

John couldn’t breathe anymore. He was red as a tomato. And so were his balls. He received twenty kicks and his balls jumped up from the blow every time with their sexy feet in high heels. At the end of the line Rosa was standing. She had changed into loose miniskirts and pantyhose with high heels. She came toward him with a sexy walk

“Well, well. I think it is time that I tell you why I have an urge to terminate you manhood. I don’t know where to begin. Remember you tried to rape me last night…”

Bammmm!!!!!!!

“Remember you told on me when I left the office for my hair dresser?”

Bammm!!!!!

The list went on and on. Rosa got his balls with her high heel good. She then used her knee. Putting her hands on his shoulders, her knee crushed his balls against his pelvis. He let out a scream. All those other women were kicking him softly and none used their knee. The two other women let go of him. Rosa hugged him and kneed him again. Her soft silky pantyhose were hitting him in the balls and his dick. He couldn’t take it any more. Her grabbed on to Rosa like a boxer and held her knee between his legs by crossing his knees. Now her knee was on his cock and balls. He put his head on Rosa’s shoulder breathing heavily. His eyes were full of tears. Rosa wrapped her soft hands around his waist and put her head on his shoulder. John thought that’s it, and she has forgiven him.

“Please Rosa. Don’t destroy my balls. I love my balls. I want to be with you. I will do whatever you want. “

“Remember…”

“Please no.”

“Remember once…”

“No, no please.”

“Remember I had a crush on you, but you went out with Suzan?”

“Whaaaa!!!???”

She released her knee from his grip, put one step to the front and with the other leg kneed him square in the balls. The blow lifted him from the ground. He collapsed on his back. He wasn’t holding his balls anymore. Rosa, Linda and the two other girls approached him. They spread his legs apart. His dick was standing and there was an empty sac under it.

“Ouch, you put him out of commission. He is not a man anymore.”

“Well, let’s see. “

Linda poured cold water on his face from a flask on the table. He came to. John was moaning and crying. He reached down his nuts and felt that they were gone.

“Please, get me to a doctor. I am begging you.”

“Listen you piece of shit. I will help you. But after that you are my bitch. I expect you to do whatever I say.”

“Yes ma’am. Please call a doctor. It might be too late. I can’t feel my balls.”

“Oh, you are going to feel something.”

Rosa took her shoes off and pressed on his belly hard. His nuts shoot back into his scrotum. He jumped up in pain and shouted holding his nuts and fainted again.

One of the girls said, “Oh, I ‘m gonna miss his screams in high voices. Now that he is your bitch we have to find somebody else in the office to have fun with.”

“No, you can always borrow him for the night,” said Rosa.

“Ooh, thanks. If you want we can trick my boyfriend the same way. It has been so long that I wanted to teach him a lesson about girl power.”

“Sounds good.”

The girls left the building telling each other ball busting their experiences and laughing, while John was lying on the ground with his pants down wondering how long it would take for him to recover and get an erection again.

The End

New Girlfriend

by sag

Hi. It is me sag. I haven’t finished the ballbusting in the village yet, but some thing happened to me that I want to share. I met this girl whose mother is from my homeland and her father is Canadian. She is so cute. She lives by her self now, and I told her about my fetish. Now I write stories about her and not all of them are true. Here goes.

Last month I was so pissed off. I didn’t do well on my tests and I had to repeat those courses again. It was raining all morning. Finally we had a little sun near dusk. I decided to go on a walk in the park near my apartment. Lots of people were out walking in the park. I found a seat and sat on for half an hour enjoying the view. I noticed some giggling noises from the back of the bench that I was sitting on behind the bushes. I turned back and saw three girls around 26 playing and laughing together. I was gazing at their breasts jumping up and down that suddenly one of them grabbed the other from the back and rub her self against the other ass. They were wearing stirrup tights so the view was great. Suddenly the one in front turned and kicked her hard between the legs. She went down holding between her legs and making funny noises like man who got hit in the balls.

The kicker said, "Yes, that’s how you deal with a man who is bothering you." There was a lot moving in my pants. I couldn’t help it. My cock was so erect that I could feel how hard the bench that I am sitting on was. I listened again.

One of them said, "What if the attacker balls were damaged? Then you will go to jail for forty years.”

"No, if you are defending yourself you can do what ever you want to his balls. The police won’t suspect a thing because you are a woman and you won’t go to jail, because it was in self-defense." I thought my penis would touch the ground any minute. I couldn’t lose this moment. I didn’t want to get hit in the balls but chatting with these girls would give me pleasure. I went toward them and I pretended I was walking.

I talked to the teacher. "You folks are martial arts champs? You are pretty good." This small compliment worked. She was kind of embarrassed.

"Hmmm... no! We are practicing women self-defense." I pretended that I didn’t know what that was, so she began to lecture me about it for two hours. You know how they bore you with too much talk, but this one gave me a hard-on and the two other girls kind of noticed that but just giggled. I continued talking and most of the time listening, so I was kind of getting to know this teacher girl, her name was Atina. She was a little fat around the waist, but in a cute way.

The casual talk changed itself to first date. I told her I liked her and she said I was such nice guy that cared to listen to people. I invited her to a cop of coffee with her friends. They laughed at the word cop that they heard cup, and her friends said they have to go now. We went to a coffee shop nearby and talked more.

It had been two months now. We talked about sex already. She showed that she needed it like a thing that all people do, so she had to do it too. She wasn’t a virgin but she was pretending it was okay by her. Finally I was invited to spend the weekend in her house. I packed my things and arrived there ten minutes later. She was wearing what I love, skin tights and pantyhose under it. She said she felt cold a bit. She was looking nervous. After kissing she went to bring me tea and crackers. Boy was that day a cold one.

She began to talk. “I am very happy that you are here. What shall we do tonight?”

“We could go to a movie if you like,” I said.

“No it is too late and my niece will be home by now,” said she.

“I am sorry. I didn’t know that you were not living alone.”

“Oh, I guess I forgot to tell you. She is here just for a couple of days. I am sorry but my sister had to go on her business journey.”

“Oh, you have a sister. I didn’t know that. Looks like you are going to tell me more about yourself.”

She started to talk for a long time about how her sister killed her husband in self-defense and how her husband used to beat her sister. I got this hard-on again. To my surprise something suddenly touched my private parts. It was a very nervous hand. It was too quick and fast that I thought some body hit me in the groin. Well the pain was like that.

“Oh, I am sorry, I am sorry. Are you okay? Sorry this table is too small.” I was on the floor holding my balls in pain, moaning and crying. She helped me get up then she again touched my thing.

“Don’t worry, I know first aid.”

Oh, boy. That was the best first aid that I had. Then she said, “I wanted to ask you something. I don’t know how to say this… My… my… my friends told me you had a hard-on the day that we met, is that true?”

I was red with shame. “Why were your friends looking at my, you know?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Let’s forget about it, my friends say so many stupid things.”

“Maybe they are jealous.”

“That’s got to be it.”

She was red all over. Suddenly someone came in, a very cute 17-year-old girl in high school out fit, pantyhose and a bag.

“This is my niece Karen. How are you honey? This is my boyfriend sag. So tell me did you have good time at school?”

“Have I ever? Do you remember I told you about a bully who wouldn’t leave me alone?”

“Yes!”

“Well I took your advice. This time he grabbed me from behind, I slapped him hard and I kicked him in the balls even harder.”

Atina was red and embarrassed all over. I was going to have an explosion in my pants. She ran into the kitchen to bring more tea, and of course and escape from my strange look. I went in the kitchen. She got so exited that she dropped the teapot.

“You are wondering what a bad aunt I am, but I can give you a hundred good reasons why I told her to do that.”

I tried to look confused. “What are you talking about? What did you tell her any way?”

“You know, let’s go to my bedroom. I am going to tell you a story.”

This should be good, I told to myself. When we got there she shouted to her niece to not bother us for an hour. I laughed. “Only an hour?” I made her only more embarrassed.

We sat on her bed and she began. “You see when I was 18 I wanted to go to the places that boys of our high school go. I was in my last semester and I had a crush on this boy named John. We went out a lot together. Once we went in the gym. Two guys attacked us. They beat Johnny pretty hard. I screamed for help but it was no use. They grabbed me and one of them wanted to do something bad to me. Luckily, my mother taught my sister and me how to defend ourselves against men. So I got up and kicked one of them in the groin very hard. He went down holding his balls in pain. The other one attacked. I sat down quickly and punched him in the balls. I felt his tender thing flattening against my little hand. I was worried for John. He was lying there unconscious. When I was done with both of those guys after stomping on their balls, I went to Johnny. But I was too late. He was dead. The doctor said he had an internal injury. The court sent them to jail and it was over. Oh, if it was up to me I’d order that I personally cut off those guys’ balls with my nails. After that I couldn’t date any boys any more. I hated the male gender. I went to a self-defense class and finished the whole level. Now I am a self-defense teacher. So you see, I don’t want that what happened to me to happen to my niece. You are the first guy that I feel safe with after that. I can tell you stuff and you listen.”

Her voice was shaking and she was crying. I held her in my arms. She did some thing very unexpected. She reached down and grabbed my balls along with my erect dick.

“You bastard. All the time you had a hard-on. What makes you so happy? My near being killed by those guys?”

I was in a great deal of pain. She was yanking my cock and balls so hard that I screamed in pain. She didn’t let go. She held them until my erection went off in pain. She sat on me, looking in my eyes. “Wait. You had a hard-on when I told you about groin strike technique in the park. Then you had a hard-on when I touched your thing in the living room. And now you have, sorry, had a hard-on when I told you I hit those guys in the balls. You have a fetish. I know what that is. You want me to beat you up.”

I said with a shaking voice, “No, I love you. I care about you. True I have a fetish just to hear a woman beat a man in the balls, but I don’t want to lose my manhood and I don’t want to be beaten up by anybody. Please stop torturing me.”

She looked at my face. I was in pain. Then she undid my pants. She brought her feet covered with nylon toward my thing and grabbed with her foot. “What you need is a foot job to show that I believe you.” I was in heaven. During the foot job she told me about her other ball busting events too. I came four times in a row. After that she told her niece good night and we had sex all night.

At midnight I got up to grab some thing to eat and drink. I asked her if she wanted anything or not.

“Bring me a chocolate from the fridge. Sorry I can’t get up and make you something, so help yourself.”

I went in the kitchen wearing my boxers. I was in front of the fridge and someone kicked me hard in the balls with their barefoot. I jumped up in pain but she grabbed my balls from behind and squeezed hard.

“I will tell my aunt that you bothered me in my home, attempting to rape me.” It was Karen. She squeezed my balls with her soft hands so hard that I screamed in pain like an alarm to warn Atina.

She ran to the kitchen and saw me. “What happened here? Honey, let go of his… his… you know… things,” said Atina.

“No aunt Atina, he tried to rape me. As you taught me before we have to cut the rapist’s ball off.”

“Wait a minute… if he wanted to rape you, why did he attack you with his behind?” said Atina.

“Well… I don’t know,” said Karen.

“Tell me the truth.”

“I am sorry. I wanted to draw some attention. You guys left me alone here. I would have told you the whole thing before you cut his ball off.”

“Will you stop saying that word?”

“You always say it too.”

“Not in front of my boyfriend.”

“Oh, sorry I didn’t know you guys still didn’t do it, to become comfortable with each other to say these things easily.”

“What? Yes we did. I mean I don’t want to say balls in front of you with him.”

She was so confused. Her niece had a smart mouth.

“Okay. I guess I can forgive you. I think sag will forgive you for me, wont you?”

“Yes. Yes. Definitely, any time. I mean yes.”

“Well honey (talking to me), I guess you could be a good sample of our private self-defense lessons,” said Atina.

“What? You want to hurt me again? Please I can’t take it.”

“Don’t worry. Just show my niece what a man’s private parts look like.”

“No, I love you and I only show that to you.”

“Okay. Maybe I better tell Karen to nail your balls, you rapist.”

Both were laughing.

“Fine, Fine here you go.”

I took off my boxers and both took a good took. Their eyes were wide like they never seen such a thing. Karen wanted to touch them but her aunt didn’t let her and dragged her hand away but instead her hand hit my balls again. I was on the floor crying and they were sitting around me apologizing.

“Aah. I am sort of hungry. Let’s make some thing to eats,” said Atina.

“I call for cooking,” I said.

“No, you’ve had enough trouble today. I will cook.”

“Perhaps you could make me cook by grabbing my, you know, thing (I tried to sound like her).”

“Ooh, tempting, but not in front of my niece. I guess you better put on something before I step on you BALLS accidentally.”

We had a great time that night. That became out weekly routine. Karen always made an excuse to come to her aunt’s house on weekends to hang around. Atina never let her touch my thing again.

Karen likes to hang around with us. She feels she is so cool talking to her elders about stuff.

But she makes me worry. Last time she said she was going to bring her mom too. I wonder if she wants to try some self-defense technique on me.

Girl's Defense

by sag

The story that I am about to tell is about two girls, 25-year-old cousins who came to Canada in winter of 1999 with a boy named John who was their friend’s brother. John had decided to live in Canada too, and they all traveled together. The cousins looked alike as twins, not very tall and great asses. They chose their city of Vancouver for living, in a poor area of out side of town. They found a building with two one-bedrooms vacant. John took the one at the end of the hall and girls took the one next to it. It was only a thin wall between the suits. The neighborhood was terrible, full of pimps and drug dealers.

After two months the one called Roya found a job in an office after she talked to one of her distant relatives who was a 35-year-old homemaker. The other one who called Lila found a job in a gym. But John still was looking for a job. Soon Roya and Lila got promotions and received better salaries, but John was able to find a job as a janitor in one of the offices. Roya’s and Lila’s bosses were both female so they received better posts and assignments than the other employees, but no one knew the secret.

Two male employees were talking about Roya. “That bitch. I put my whole life to get that post and she comes in and without no experience or degree gets the job.”

The other said, “Someone has to teach that bitch a lesson.”

“I will do it. I will make her so embarrassed that even if they offer her the head chair, she wouldn’t stay.”

“Be careful man, don’t do any thing stupid.”

“If there is any one stupid, it is that bitch.”

It was the hour of closing; everyone left the building except Roya. She was wearing sexy stirrup tights and pantyhose under it with cute soft shoes. She bent over her desk to gather all her papers. Her ass was huge in a very sexy way, standing up. Suddenly somebody grabbed her from behind hard. His large hands were holding her waist and were driving her ass toward his penis. She felt the big thing rubbing against her ass and jumped up in fear and screamed.

He covered her mouth so she couldn’t scream and whispered in her ear, “You bitch; I lost all the opportunities that could have been my big break because of you and your feminist shit. Now it is payback time.” He reached in her tights and felt her hips. She couldn’t bear it any more. She remembered Ms. Jones, herself-defense teacher’s, words, “First hit him where he loses control and then make your final move which disables any man every time.”

She moved fast. Since his hands were on her hips she could easily turn and punch him in the nose. He jumped up in pain and let go.

“You fucking bitch!” he said and attacked her. She made a defensive move with her hands blocking and locking both his hands. Then she kicked him in the balls as hard as she could. Her shoe was open-toed, so she hurt his manhood severely. Her foot actually felt that she was hitting something very soft and vulnerable. For a moment he was stiff as a stuffed animal. The fear of great pain in the balls made him a weakened and scary man. He never expected this from her. He never thought of her as such a woman. Soon the pain made him shout in pain. She held and locked his hands perfectly, so he couldn’t protect his manhood from her deadly kicks in the groin. She kicked him even harder. This time she kicked some of his penis too.

“Oh! His pervert’s cock is still aroused from the action,” she thought to herself. “I am going to make sure you won’t get a hard-on almost ever!” she shouted. He started to beg her not to waste his manhood, but she stepped forward and kneed him hard in the balls, interrupted him from begging and sent him to a shocking pain in the balls. He couldn’t breath and started to sink to the ground.

She was very proud; she brought a man twice her size down to his knees. But she couldn’t let him go that easily. She helped him up, but he played a trick and tried to hit her. She moved to a side from his punch. She grabbed his hand and with her other hand she made a fist. It was her turn to punch. She landed her punch directly in under his groin, smashing his aching ball against his body. He screamed like a little girl in pain, tears were all around his eyes and laughter and excitement were on Roya’s face. Then she grabbed his balls with her soft feminine hand and squeezed hard. His nuts were very big and her hand got his cock and both his balls.

“Wow, it is big! Actually it feels nice, not only the power that I have over him but I like holding and pulling his balls,” she thought to herself. Soon he began to sink to the floor in pain, but she didn’t let go and followed him to the ground.

“Please, I will do anything,” said the poor ball-busted man.

“Anything I say?”

“Yes, I promise. Please let go.”

“Okay you pig. You know if you refuse what will happen. I will call 911 and tell them you tried to rape me, and every woman in this office will be a witness. Now take off your clothes Tommy.”

He didn’t take his underwear off, so she ripped them off. She sat in front of him and grabbed his cock with her foot.

“You have to give me compliments about how I beat you. If I like it you will get rewarded and if I don’t like it you will be punished,” said Roya. He began to give her compliments, but the joy of her nylon feet stopped him from talking so she drove the tip of her foot under his balls and lifted them up. He jumped up in pain and began to talk again.

They were in the building for an hour or more then they came out. Roya was helping Tom coming down the steps. They went in the car.

“Now answer. Are you seeing some one?” said Roya.

“No, I swear. Please don’t hurt me.”

“No you idiot. I am the one you will be seeing. I mean I am your mistress now. I own you. Everything I say you will do. And if you refuse you know what will happen.”

“Yes, I promise. You have my word. Please don’t tell any one.”

“Oh good, I know what will happen. Now take me home.”

“Yes, ma’am. Are you sure you want to come to my home?”

“No stupid. Take me to my home… You haven’t been with other women, haven’t you?”

“No, you were my first contact.”

“What! You sick bastard…” She started to beat him up in the car. After a while Roya got tired of hitting him and told him to drive her home.

“Ok you idiot, here is the deal. Call me twice every day or I bust your balls,” said Roya.

She was happy and proud of defeating her attacker and she was climbing up the stairs when suddenly a drunken man grabbed her ass. She moved fast and grabbed a side of his pants and delivered several punches in his balls. She was so fast that he even got the chance to say OUCH! He went down and lost consciousness. She went in and told her cousin what happened. They both laughed, then Lila told her about her day, how she beat up a muscular man with her groin strike technique.

“Where was I? Oh yes. He claimed that he paid the fee, so he would exercise anywhere he wanted. And I told him this part is women only. He asked why women could go anywhere but men couldn’t? I said because we are women and we are superior. He called me a bitch and tried to choke me. But I moved fast and punched him in the balls twice. He screamed like a girl in pain and froze in shock. I locked his hands and kicked him hard in the balls five times. All women in the gym were cheering and counting my kicks in the balls. Then I struck his groin with my open palm and grabbed his cock and balls and dragged him out of the gym. Then I shouted, ‘Are there any other men who wants to work out in women’s section?’ All other men went to the other side of the gym. We were all cheering and my students asked me to teach them the groin strike. Now we will have a self-defense course in our gym.”

They both wet their tights when they were telling each other how they beat these men by hitting them in the ball. Soon they started to rub themselves with their tights on.

John, who lived next door, heard their stories and got a hard-on. He looked into the hole that he made between his wall and theirs, and saw how they were rubbing themselves. He thought to himself this is the best time to go there and ask them if they have any ice, maybe they were horny enough to have sex with him. He got up and knocked on their door.

Roya opened the door. “Oh hi, John. What can I do for you?”

John was so exited that he could barely talk. “I… I need some ice. Do you hav… have any?” said John.

“Why do you need ice Johnny?”

He never thought of that. “I just need it.”

“Ok. Why don’t you come in. I will get some ice for you.”

He came in and saw Lila, but she got up and took off her shirt and showed him her breasts. He was flushed and was gazing on her big tits and couldn’t move. Suddenly Roya kicked him in the balls from behind. He felt a killing pain in the balls. He was wearing his boxers only so her kick got both his balls. He sank to the floor but Roya held him from behind and Lila put a step forward and kneed him in the nuts with her other leg.

He cried in pain “Aaaagh! Please don’t. I never did anything to you,” said John.

“Yes you did, you pervert. You were watching us from that hole that you made in the wall.”

“There has been a mistake. I came to get some ice.”

“Ok. Tell us what do you want the ice for and we’ll let you go.”

“I… I… I don’t know.”

“I’ll tell you what you’ll you be needing ice for. Maybe your balls are aching terribly and need to be cooled down.” Lila said that and kicked him in the balls with her soft nyloned foot. Then they both grabbed one of his hands each and kicked him many times in the balls from behind. He fell down the floor; his breath couldn’t catch up with the action.

Lila sat on his face and Roya sat on his belly holding a sharp knife. “Ok you pervert, time to say good-bye to your puny manhood.”

“No wait, wait. I will do any thing. Just name it.”

“Ok, I want to cut off your balls.”

“No, no. Anything except that (in a crying voice).”

“No, we have decided. We want to cut them off.”

“I can be your dummy in self-defense class.”

This idea made the girls think. “Hey, he’s right. I can make money out of it,” said Lila. “Ok you poor boy, we decided that you’ll lose your manhood little by little. You won’t be wearing any cups tomorrow. I want my students to have a real simulation. Now before we let you go you must clean something for us.”

After half an hour of ball-busting again, he was on his knees naked, kissing and licking the two beautiful girl’s nyloned feet.

The class was newly developed and nobody knew about the safety limits except Lila. There were no covers or hit resistance material for poor John, but the worst was there was no cup. He had two choices: lose his manhood in an unfair battle with women or go to jail as a rapist.

Early in the morning Lila knocked on John’s apartment door. When the door opened he received a painful solid kick in the groin by Lila. He bent over and went down with a cry in pain holding his groin.

“Come on Johnny, you are going to take lots of these like this today,” said Lila.

“I can’t. I am dying in pain. Please…”

“It is your choice. It is women's self-defense class or going to jail as a rapist.”

“Oooohhh… I am dying.”

Lila helped John in the car and they left home. When they arrived there, Lila said, “Oh! Good they changed the sign finally. Now it is a women’s gym only. Let’s go.” Lila led John into her own personal change room.

“Okay! Take all your clothes off and wear these,” said Lila.

“But these are women’s stirrup tights. I can’t wear these.”

“Oh you will or I’ll call security to get you for attempting to rape me. They are all female and first they’ll beat the shit out of your balls.”

The two women in the back heard them and giggled. John and Lila entered the practice room. Johns cock and balls were showing under the tights since Lila made him take off his underwear too.

“Hi everybody. This is John,” said Lila.

“Hi John,” said all.

John took a look at the women present in the room. All were around 30, beautiful and all were wearing stirrup tights and pantyhose. He got a hard-on and tried to hide it, but his cock was showing clearly under the tights. Some of women noticed and giggled.

“Ok everybody. John is here to help us learn about men’s weakness. First look at his crotch. He is wearing tights so that you can see the effects better. First is the groin grab. As you all know men’s testicles are very sensitive. When a man hits the other’s balls he never hits like a woman with hate. When a man has got a grip of your waist, first get near his groin with your hand, go through up to your open palm and hit as hard as you can upward. He’ll jump in pain and shock. Then grab a full grip on both of them, squeeze and pull as hard as you can upward. Show no mercy. Hold this position as long as you can and squeeze the life out of his balls. Like this.”

Then her went hand down and grabbed poor John’s balls fast. She squeezed and pulled upward. He jumped up in pain and bent backward standing up. He let out a loud scream in pain but Lila didn’t let go. He began to sink to the ground and she was following him until he hit the ground. He clutched his groin in pain, crying and screaming in pain. All the women cheered for Lila and laughed at John beaten up by a woman through his sexual organs which made him stronger than women.

The students helped John get up. He was in a lot of pain and he threw himself on one of the women to get up, but she went down and grabbed his balls and dragged him up. John’s tears of pain could be seen in his eyes.

“Ooh! Your cock is growing again. Be careful or I’ll rip it off,” said that woman.

“Ok now we’ll learn the best technique of groin strikes, which is in our femininity: kicking in the balls. Now John, attack me.”

He wouldn’t dare but the women pushed him from the back toward Lila. She grabbed his hands and kicked him hard in the balls with the top of her foot. Her nylon foot hit his ball hard. Her foot went upward and crushed his balls and some part of her foot hit the tip of his cock. He jumped up in pain and cried out in a high voice holding his balls. The pain was floating in his eyes. Then two women grabbed his hands and the others stood in a line.

“Now sisters, remember every lousy memory about men who pissed you off and picture John as that man and kick him in the balls. If he gets an erection, kick harder,” said Lila.

First a blond woman, sexy with her big butt in pantyhose, kicked him in the groin. She lifted him up with the top of her sexy foot. John wanted to drop but the two women who were holding him up pulled his hands and punched him in the balls. The target was visible and women couldn’t miss.

Next was a beautiful red-headed gymnast. She lifted her foot and kicked his balls four times in a row. Then she held his waist and drove her sexy knee in tights in to his balls hard. All women took a turn and kicked, kneed, squeezed, stomped and punched his balls hard until his growing cock let out a large mass of cum, passed through the stirrup tights and wet the women around him.

They became so angry that they decided to squish his crushed balls to the ground, but one of them who was a police officer said, “Instead of destroying his manhood we can take him home and practice on him to get to know the dangers of being attacked at our own house. If Lila agrees.”

“Okay, but there is a charge for that. And you have to bring him back with two balls intact. I have another class short of a dummy,” said Lila. They made a deal that the officer takes him first and they went with the alphabet after that. John was thrilled when he took a look at her tall and powerful body.

She led him to her car. “Hey, by the way I am Kathryn,” said the beautiful tall blond.

They reached home after a while. John was so afraid he couldn’t say anything. They went in. she called her 17-year-old daughter.

“Come sweaty. This is the guy I told you about on the phone. He is going to help us practice more.” John gazed at her. She was so beautiful he couldn’t stop staring.

She came near and said, “He is so puny I can beat him up twice and in half the time.”

“Ok honey, why don’t we try,” said Kathryn.

“Ok, attack boy,” said the girl. John was so pissed off he threw himself at her, but she moved aside and punched him in the stomach. He bent over, so she made him fly in pain with a sharp and steady kick in the balls. John, who was crying, dropped on the floor and the girl named Linda stood on his balls crushing them to the ground. John looked at the mother and daughter laughing at his weakness. He thought what they would be doing to him next.

Kathryn came to him and helped him up and helped him sit on a chair near the dining table. “My daughter made this sausage and meatballs. You better like it or I’ll taste yours to see which one is better,” said Kathryn.

After dinner they made John clean the table, wash the dishes and wax their toenails. “You like female feet Johnny, don’t you?” said Linda.

“Yes, very much.”

“Ok. Come with me.” They went into her room and after her nails were dried she put on tan pantyhose and sat on her bed.

“Ok Mr. Peanut, start tickling my feet with your lips. No spit or I’ll twist you balls,” said Linda.

He started kissing her nyloned feet while she was holding him by the hair. He thought to himself, “What a great smell!” His cock started to grow again. Suddenly one of Linda’s feet moved from John’s lips and kicked him in the groin hard. He jumped up and doubled over.

“You silly boy. Your weakness is not only your balls. You get distracted easily. Anyway you earned your night. Hop in. you will share this bed and if you do any thing stupid my mother and I have an excuse to cut of your balls. I told her I want to experience men in bed when I wouldn’t let them have what I have. So if you want to walk out of here without your manhood try to have sex with me. I won’t be wearing any panties but I will be wearing these pantyhose just for safety.” They went to bed, John in only underwear and Linda with a bra and her pantyhose.

“Ok if you touch me or even have contact with me your balls will pay,” said Linda. John dragged himself to the end of the bed, staying far from her. He thought of other things to himself. He had never had sexual contact with a woman. He started to count sheep, but it was useless. He could still feel the heat running through the blanket. He thought he could cover her mouth and hug her for a bit, maybe the heat would go off, but then he would lose his manhood by her mother. He put his hands down and wanted to jerk off, but Linda found out and from behind grabbed his balls and yanked. He screamed like a little girl. She pushed his body and made him lie down on his belly. Then she took off his underwear and got a hold of his cock and balls again. She squeezed hard and made him cry. His troubled manhood was red as a tomato. She got them a little loose this time. Soon his moaning got silenced and he could hear Kathryn laughing next door of his screams.

“Ok, jerk off boy, you passed the test. If you had jumped on me a second ago I would have cut your balls off, but now I am going to reward you with a nylon footjob,” said Linda and turned him to his back. She sat down in front of him and drove her foot in his groin area. Suddenly she stomped on his balls and made him cry again.

“Ohhh! You poor baby. Did I step on something vulnerable?” said Linda. Then she grabbed his cock with her sexy foot and rubbed up and down. His cock grew like a tree and became dark red. She went on and on while she was giving him a footjob telling him about her busts that she made when she was attacked in the street.

“You won’t believe this one. I was walking back toward home from the gym, and these two guys followed me and said they want some action. One of them grabbed me from behind. I turned and kneed him in the balls with my sports tights on. He jumped and held still in pain then he clutched his balls and screamed in pain and went down. The other attacked me with his fist. I went to a side and punched him in the balls. I could feel his balls squish. He screamed like a girl and went down. It was time for me to run, but I told to myself why run. I can have fun with these guys. Let’s show them some action. They barely stood up and I went under their balls and grabbed them both in my hand, gave a little twist and pulled. They were wearing loose pants so I squeezed the life out of their balls. You should have seen their faces. They became red like apples and they screamed loud in high voices. I yanked hard; they came down in pain until they reached the ground. I held on for a long time till they passed out. But at the exit I delivered a hard kick in their balls each.”

Suddenly she kicked John hard during the footjob and made his cock explode. Cum was everywhere. Lots on her feet and pantyhose.

“Oh, sorry honey. I guess no babies for them. How about you?” said Linda. She wet herself too. She took off her pantyhose and put on another. John still was lying down on the bed, mixed up between pain, humiliation and pleasure. She ordered John to change the blanket and clean himself. Then they got back in the bed and held each other. Linda asked John to hold and kiss him. But he had his pleasure and refused and went to sleep. Suddenly Linda brought him back from sleep with a tight grab of his testicles. He jumped up and cried in pain and immediately started kissing her and touching her. She asked him to rub her private area. Her moaning became louder and louder till she came. They went to sleep till morning.

When they got up Kathryn had gone to work. Linda asked John to make her breakfast and it wasn’t necessary to remind him if he refused what would happen. He made her breakfast and put it on the table for her, but she punched him hard in the balls. She was so near so she hit bulls-eye or bull’s balls.

“Ooh! I almost felt your balls on the tip of my fist. How can this soft hand and small fist of a little girl brings down a man this big?” said Linda. After breakfast she went to her room and put on her high school outfit, mini-skirt, pantyhose and flat pointy tip shoes. She was so pretty that John couldn’t resist and hugged her tight and kissed her, but she grabbed his hands and delivered four deadly kicks into poor John’s balls. With each kick John let out a cry like an injured dog. Then she held him in her arms and looked at his eyes.

“Oh! My poor doggy. Do your pervert testicles need more punishment? Thanks for the tip in self-defense. I am going to try it on my classmates and then blame them for being perverts. Now Johnny, clean the kitchen and the hall. When mom comes back the house must shine. If not, your nuts will pay and I better tell you, she kicks so hard your balls might end up in your throat,” said Linda and left for school. John began to clean the house top to bottom.

At the evening Kathryn arrived home. The first thing she did was that she snuck behind John. Then she made a karate chop with her hand and struck John’s groin from behind. He jumped up, holding his balls in pain, and fell in to Katherine’s arms.

“You are so fragile,” she said and started to kiss him on the lips. John was in-between pain and confusion.

“Ahhhhhgh! I am doing that with your daughter; this is wrong,” said John.

“First of all she does that to you not the other way around, second, she is leaving after school to her roommates’ apartment, and finally, I’ll do what I want to you and I dare you to stop me,” said Kathryn.

“Okay. Okay. Just don’t hurt me any more. I will do whatever you want me to do.”

“Oh, honey. I like vulnerable men. Come here. (Kissing). I heard you like nylon feet. If you are a good boy I will give you a good shot.” She went to her room and after changing her clothes and taking a shower she appeared in front of John in a tight blouse, which showed her big tits, and stirrup tights and pantyhose.

“Now I will show you what a woman can do to a man in stirrup tights,” said Kathryn. She ordered him to lie down on the floor. Then she took his pants off and played with his cock till it got big. She grabbed one woman’s short nylon sock and put it on John’s growing cock. Then she dragged it down under his balls and released the end under them. His balls were in the nylon now and the tightened end of the nylon made his balls go upward which made a little pain down there. Then she stood up and bent over, grabbed the end of her left foot stirrup and put it under John’s balls. Then she let go. The stirrup closed and trapped John’s cock and balls between the stirrup itself and her nylon foot. John jumped from the pain and tried to release the soft silky stirrup from his balls but Kathryn pushed him onto his back again. Then she pulled her leg to a side. His balls were pulled with the stirrup too and of course it was a great pain for John’s balls. Then she stomped on the floor with John’s balls under her foot. A noise of crushed grapes could be heard from his balls. He shouted continuously in pain. His eyes were full of tears. He hugged her feet begging her to stop. But he found her rubbing her cunt and moaning in pleasure.

“Oh! Scream Johnny scream. I love men screaming in pain when I crush their balls,” said Kathryn. John was almost unconscious. He couldn’t scream any more.

“Oh no honey, don’t go to sleep now. We are having fun,” she said and lay on him, putting her knee in front of his groin. She again tried to kiss him more and rubbed her knee to his balls to get an erection. Suddenly he jumped and rolled over Kathryn, holding her hands nailed to the floor and sitting on top of her. He noticed his cock and balls were between her legs near her cunt showing under her soft silky stirrup tights.

“Oh you are a tiger,” said Kathryn and rotated her hips, crushing his balls between her sexy thighs.

He tried to bear the pain but he couldn’t and let out a slow scream. “Why are you doing this to me? It hurts. What did I do to do?” said John in a crying voice.

“Oh, honey. Don’t cry. I was just having some fun. Of course it hurts you a little but you deserve it. I am punishing you because you are a man. You like me and you want some of this too. So you have to give me pleasure the way I want.

He became soft and let her hands go. Suddenly she grabbed one of his legs and rotated it. She stood up and stomped hard-on his balls with her soft nylon feet. Then she opened his legs and landed on his balls with her round shaped ass. She shook her ass there several times, crushing his balls against him and her sexy round ass. He was out this time for sure. She dragged him to her bed and removed the nylon sock from his erect cock. Then she took off her clothes but left the pantyhose on. She went on top and took him in through a small hole in front of her cunt. She was on top and pumped very fast and hard banging John’s head on the top of the bed.

She said, “Now scream for me.” He didn’t comply, so she grabbed his balls and squeezed hard. He screamed in a high voice, so loud that dogs began to bark outside. That was it. The ride was finished. She had her fun and John… well he was out again.

She whispered in his ears, “Oh. I liked it all right. Tomorrow we are going back to the self-defense class. Let’s see who will bust your balls tomorrow.”

He begged her to let him go. That he couldn’t bear his nuts being crushed. But she grabbed him by the balls and dragged him in the car. Soon they were there and this time in the practice area every one of the women were waiting eagerly to kick John in the balls. They rushed John and give his balls a soft squeeze, but it made him cry in pain and went down.

“Ooh! It appears that Kathryn did a lot of practicing,” said one of the women.

“I brought my daughter today, to prove to her that men are so fragile and can be defeated easily,” said one of the women in pantyhose and grabbed John’s balls and yanked. “See honey, he is on his knees. He will do whatever I tell him. Now kiss my feet.” John immediately complied and rubbed her feet with his lips. She giggled and wanted him to go on but Lila the teacher asked her to let John come to the middle of the practice room.

“Now listen ladies. We are going to show you how far you can go before you explode a man’s nuts.” They all laughed. She grabbed his balls in her soft hand and yanked upward. John tried to stand on his toes to prevent his nuts being pulled.

“See how he stands up as far as he can to ease the pain. Now you can either squeeze more or you can push him to the ground. But remember, his aching balls are your key to defeating him completely, so never let go until he is completely disabled.” Then she pushed him to the ground and sat on his chest.

“Now use both of your hands to squeeze the life out of his balls.” She grabbed each testicle and pulled and squeezed. John was shouting in pain and Lila’s big fat ass in tights was breaking his chest. All women were badly horny. John’s moaning had turned them on.

Suddenly John screamed, “I surrender... Oh my balls... My balls are exploding. Please stop. Ahhhgh!” Lila squeezed his balls a bit more and released.

“Now Johnny, you have to fight with everyone in here. If you lose, you lose your manhood. If you win we’ll let you go home and never bother you again.”

“At least give me a cup,” said John.

“No honey, that’s the fun part,” said Lila.

The first one was a homemaker who was divorced and she had cut off her husband’s cock and balls and didn’t call the police till he died of loss of blood. John knew that and he knew if he lost she will cut it off for him. John threw the first punch. She blocked it and put her knee under his groin softly, held his arms and rubbed his cock with her leg in pantyhose. John got an erection.

“I want to see my target better,” said the woman. John tried to choke her, but she put her hand on his face in his eyes and punched him with her small feminine fist in the balls. He was down; she kicked him in the face. He was thrown on his back. She jumped up and landed on his balls with her nylon feet, crushing his balls to the ground. John jumped up, he couldn’t breath. He touched his balls to see if they were there any more. They were there all right, but they got swelled like two oranges. His cock was hit too and was growing again. John was used to the pain. He got up while his legs were shivering. She let him get up completely and charged. He got her head under his arm and brought her down, but she reached for the balls and grabbed them roughly and squeezed hard since she was a little scared. John was crying but he bared the killing pain and choked her good. She let go of his balls. He won! She was down completely.

Suddenly the redhead attacked him from behind. She drove a karate chop in and upward to his groin. He screamed and his legs were crossed. Other women got near too.

He shouted in a high voice, “It is not fair… it was a one-on-one fight. I won (holding his balls in pain).” He began to cry loud. “What have I done to you? I became your dummy. You bruised my manhood and became proud of it. I cleaned your houses, bared the pain and screamed for you and had sex in the most disgusting way. What did I do to you? (Crying) Just tell me?”

All were looking at Kathryn. “Did you have sex with him? We were supposed to torture him for what he has done. And you had sex with him?” said Lila.

Suddenly John shouted, “What did I do?”

“Well, you tried to rape me.”

“What? You bitch. I hate you. I hate your face, your attitude and your guts. I have a girlfriend myself. I live next to your apartment. How stupid do you think I am? If I did that you would sue me and I would be in jail by now. And there must be signs of my DNA on your body. Kathryn is a cop. I ask her to arrange a test.”

“Okay, okay. You didn’t try to do that. You were just a pervert looking through the hole in my apartment two days ago, which is bad, right Kathryn?”

Kathryn said, “You lied to us Lila. You told us this guy tried to rape you and you would teach him a lesson by bringing him to this class three days ago. But now you are saying two days ago.

John walked out, saying he won so he was going home. Suddenly the woman who was fighting John got up and attacked him from behind.

John turned and pushed her to the ground. “Ok, you want some kicking action take that,” said John and kicked her in the cunt. She screamed holding her cunt.” Oh you don’t even have balls, but still it hurts, doesn’t it?” This time no one helped her by attacking John. Maybe John’s shouting scared them. Everybody left the gym. Lila was so pissed off; she wanted to kill John, so she rushed home to teach him a lesson. She called her cousin Roya to give her a hand (or a foot).

When she arrived, John was gone. He didn’t have any furniture since he didn’t have any job to earn money to buy anything for his apartment so he packed fast. She saw a notice on his door that the landlord put as a notice.” Due to the late payment this suite will be evacuated.”

Roya arrived there and asked where John was. Lila knew his girlfriend’s address. His girlfriend’s name was Jill and she was a waitress. Lila and Roya went to her workplace and talked to her about John. After twenty minutes of talking Jill got up and asked them to leave. John was in the back washing dishes. Jill went in the back and told him it was okay and they were gone. It was the end of the week and John wanted to give his aching balls a rest.

They went home and took a shower. They brought food from the restaurant. They kicked back and relaxed on the couch. The TV was showing a late night action movie. They watched TV for an hour or so. There was scene that the sexy woman in the film tried to seduce the bad guy. She started rubbing his cock. Suddenly Jill’s hand went to John’s pants and did they same. Suddenly in the film the woman grabbed the bad guy’s balls and squeezed hard. He screamed and jumped up and down in pain. John was so scared he wanted to escape, but Jill’s hand was still around his cock and balls. He begged her to let go.

Jill was confused. “Gee, get a hold of yourself. I was just playing. Besides it is Friday night.”

“Oh, honey I am sorry. You don’t know what happened to me. My manhood is hurt and I don’t know when I’ll be able to make love,” said John.

“Sorry hon. I expect some service tonight.”

“But you don’t understand…”

“What? You tried to rape some woman and she busted your balls good. And you were wondering if you be able to fuck?”

“What? Who said that?”

“Lila.”

“She is lying. I didn’t do anything.”

“Shut up. I know about the self-defense class. In fact I wanted to come and do you myself. You have one chance. I know the truth. Tell me the truth and I will let go.” (She said that grabbing his balls.)

“But…but…”

She squeezed hard and made him bend over. He started to tell her everything from peeping through the hole in the wall to being busted and fucked by Kathryn.

“Ok, you told me all and I don’t mind you sleeping with another woman since I will make your life a living hell,” said Jill.

“I didn’t want to sleep with her. She threatened she would cut off my balls.”

“Ok. Now if you don’t do what I order you I will cut off your balls.”

“Please Jill. I love you. I will do anything for you.”

“Oh really? Beginning now. Wear these pantyhose.”

He asked her to let go of his balls and wore them quickly. “No honey. Let me show you how to put them on,” said Jill. Then she helped him wear them like a woman. His cock and balls were showing under the hose and were growing again. She was wearing the same pantyhose with a very short skirt. She grabbed the ends of her skirt and lifted them. John’s eyes were round and his cock was exploding. Suddenly she kicked him hard in the balls. Her sexy nylon foot in the air hit John’s balls hard and lifted them. The kick was so hard it lifted John from the ground. He hit the ground holding his groin in pain. She grabbed his legs, opened them, kicked away his hand on his groin with her foot and stomped on his poor balls. Tears jumped off from John’s eyes and a cry of pain filled the air.

“Ok, you pervert. Call me a bitch or I send your balls in to your throat,” said Jill, standing on his balls.

“Ok. You are a bitch,” said John in a high voice.

“I’m a bitch, ain’t I?” said Jill and stepped on his balls, flattening them to the ground. He grabbed her foot and tried to stop her from crushing his balls to the ground. She stepped away, but she changed her top of foot on to his groin, kicking him hard. John didn’t scream this time. It was strange. He was out. She took a look at his balls. They were missing. She looked at his empty sack. She was horrified and she couldn’t control her laughter.

“Oh, John, if you were a rapist, I would make you wake up so that I could see the look on your face when you see your balls are gone,” said Jill. The doorbell rang. Jill opened the door. It was Roya and Lila. They were wearing stirrup tights and pantyhose with high heels.

“Have you got him good?” said Roya.

“Yes, but I think I went a little too far.”

“What have you done?”

“His balls are gone.”

“Let me see.”

They came in. Lila sat on his belly and Roya sat on his face. “Now look at this Jill. You may see some thing similar next time,” said Lila and got up a little and landed on John’s underbelly with her round big fat ass. Suddenly his balls shot out of his body into the sac again. The pain was so great that John woke up screaming in high voice like a little girl, finding himself under a big fat ass on his face, crushing his nose, and another on his belly, squishing his balls. Jill checked for any cut off vessel in his sac. She found none, but she still wanted to bust.

Lila said, “No honey, we might lose his balls forever, but give a good punishment to his cock.” She grabbed his cock and dug her nails into the tip of his cock. He almost died in pain. His screams lost their loudness. He went back to sleep again. The three women went into the hall, drinking and talking about him as a weaker sex and left John in pantyhose, in a lot of pain, alone and humiliated.